“Checkmate” he whispered, folding his cassock’s sleeves.
She was seated on the black pews. As he stealthily moved towards her he could hear her whispering to the rosary. Begging, requesting to the point of anger and now commanding then back to repenting.
She knew he was there.
Not Him, him.
The hairs at the back of her neck rose. She was now on her knees. She remembered the teaching by her Bishop. It was an odd time to remember.
She had grown up a human pawn, from the hands of one fallen knight to another. Then she’d met him and he’d treated her as a queen.
“Checkmate” he whispered, folding his cassock’s sleeves. His skinny hands circled her neck. He had finally rooked her out of her soul.
‘Pictory’ – A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.
Story – Edwin ‘the divine bandit’ Mukabi
Picture – Kimani Wandaka
KIMANI WANDAKA – images with life.
The Divine Bandit™ 